Outside in the academy grounds, everywhere was calm. The students slept, the soldiers patrolled, and Principal Kael and Cecilia were handling everything related to their new discovery.
But back at the infirmary, two men were fighting for their lives.
The assassins' blades flashed, their weapons making a faint whistling sound as it cut through the air.
They fought like the cornered wolves that they were, fighting even better than expected now that their cover was gone, and their target knew of their presence.
But they were still losing. Badly.
For every shadow they managed to cut down, two more rose in its place. Claws of living darkness raked across their armor, forcing them back into a corner, step by step.
Their grunts and curses mingled with the echoing laughter of the shadows, a cacophony that drowned out reason.
Noah leaned lazily against the wall, arms folded, his grin wide as he watched the whole thing.
